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Please excuse the rundown estates, sorry that you have wrecked, rundown mistakes, but I am using speech recognition two write this post right. To save my wrists from getting worse I am trying to teach my computer to recognise my voice. As you can see successor’s is intermittent.

My village is buried in snow and with it my sense of motivation and direction. I Trust the new year will see my artistic mole show returned.

With the help of my typing computer I would like to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a peaceful new year. If there is more snow we will have a tacky less and alcohol free Christmas as in the test school van the man will not get down our road. I will finish with a well known song sung by me to our computer.

How’s yourself a merry little Christmas

Make their yuletide gay

Sunday all our troubles will be miles away

So how few herself a merry little Christmas day!


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